Iggy Pop on American Idol

I guess shit like that can’t happen anymore, given how scripted everything is, and how nothing’s really live, but I would have loved it if they’d sent him out to do Real Wild Child only to have him pull an Elvis Costello and launch into something decidedly less audience-friendly, like the 8-minute version of Search and Destroy that appears on the legendary bootleg Metallic K.O.. And I know that he’s an old man, but I would have loved to seen him rolling around in broken glass in front of the American Idol audience.

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Now that you’re an old man, haven’t you figured out that “successful” (aka pop or “people know my name”) musicians are just mediocre talents embarrassingly addicted to applause?

For God’s sake, Bob Dylan just did a censored show in China. Dylan. Victoria’s Secret Dylan.

(Footnote: by “musicians” I don’t mean to besmirch the talents of those that are playing in community orchestras, wedding bands, and the like.)

You dance or march to these people and forget them. They win, you win. Tap tap clap clap. I’m sure Iggy left the stage on a high note which is all Iggy is, and has ever been, about. Any gesture at ideological disappointment is naive.

Pop Tart, you stole my burlesque name. I thought Iggy looked tired. I thought that BEFORE he actually laid down on the stage. He does look like he’s in great shape though. It had some energy when they started but that quickly dissapated and the whole thing took on the flavor of the rancid sausage that is American Idol.